朋友们在咖啡馆里小聚,顺路叫上我。我很少喝咖啡,只一杯,就会搭上大半宿的睡眠,因此常常自怨自怜,没有口福。想想那香醇浓郁的口感,却无消受,不觉失落。朋友们轻啜慢品,细细地咂摸着那醇正的滋味,我却东望西看。临窗坐着一个三十多岁的年轻女子,长发,白净,斯文,穿着很有品位,她一个人慢品咖啡,一边在一台苹果笔记本电脑上写着什么。咖啡店里的一个女孩来送咖啡,还没有来得及放下,那个年轻的女子刚好起身,一杯香醇浓郁的咖啡就那么倾洒到她的笔记本电脑上。送咖啡的女孩慌了手 Friends gathered in the cafe, called me on the way. I rarely drink coffee, only one cup, it will catch the sleep most of the nights, so often complacent and self-pity, no mouth and blessing. Think about that rich mellow taste, but no harm, feel lost. Friends gently sip slow products, thin touch the taste of that alcohol, I looked east and west. Sitting in the window of a 30-year-old young woman, with long hair, white net, gentle, wearing a very tasteful, she was slow coffee, while writing on an Apple laptop. A girl at the coffee shop was sending coffee and had not had time to drop it. The young woman got up and a glass of mellow coffee poured her onto her laptop. Girl sending coffee panicked hand